DISCLAIMER: HARRY POTTER et al. COPYRIGHT TO JK ROWLING
Prologue
Looking back on it, my life was never as simple as I thought it was, even before. Well, atleast after I met Harry. Before him, before Hogwarts, I guess it was simple.
Though I think it's safe to say it got really complicated in sixth year. I knew it would-hell, Voldemort was practically breathing down our necks, I think most people would have thought complicated was an understatement.
Complicated is when the one man you hate, the one man you couldn't stand above almost anything, becomes a hero. Complicated is when you're the only one that knows.
Complicated becomes understated when you help that man become a demon to everyone else and you're the only one that knows the absolute truth. The only one alive, that is.
Draco Malfoy didn't even know. I'm glad he didn't. I don't think even he would have survived.
I think he thought it was possible to spare Albus Dumbledore the fate that befell him-his death that he himself ordered. If he'd known life was not an option...Well, maybe things would be different. Things-and I hate to use this word again-would have been far more complicated.
My role, amidst all the chaos?
Other than my part as Harry Potter's best friend, I became a tool against Voldemort. I was used to feed false information to Harry, and to distract and otherwise hinder Hermione Granger from being too clever.
I'm Ronald Weasley. What follows may shock or surprise you, but it is my story. All of it true, every event, every action, every word laid down as faithfully as I can recall.
For twelve years I have kept silent. That silence ends now.
